Her heart torn open
And left like an unanswered letter
Words were not spoken
Just left in a spidery scrawl
Twisted and gutted,
The last of the smoke in the air
She gets up to leave
And idly fixes her hair
Words from home, words from home
What we miss are words from home
I lost my heart
I left it alongside the river
That blackbird clucking
Songs he knows nothing about
That bird returning
To a home that makes him sing out
Words from home, words from home
What we need are words from home
